To begin with, we were at the local mall, where they suggested a "ride" on the massage chairs would be fun. Reader Dear, they were taking a break from acting, so I decided to give them a treat. I'm sure there was a life lesson involved here: A chair that is fed a dollar bill and promises a good time may turn out to be less exciting than a free lollipop at the bank! It may, in fact, cause one to cringe and say "Ouch!"
Well, then, back from the mall, they were given a job by their horse-raising grandfather (aka HM, aka Poppy). Poppy suggested a wage of two dollars each if they cleared all the dried-up corn stalks from the garden and fed them to the horses. Lousy wages. And hot and sticky working conditions! Yet, Reader Dear, they appeared to be having fun!
They harvested apples from my (relatively) little apple tree. They played with Poppy's chickens. They played with Poppy's cats.
They even played with your insects, Reader Dear (um...no one else wants to claim them; and anyway, who knows what spot those insects call home.)
To top it all off, there was the garden hose!
(Alas, no photos. Things got way too tricky for the wielder of the hose and wielder of the camera [self-same wielder of the words in this blog] when the wielders of those water guns got way too wily!)
Hurrah for hot summertime!
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